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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.



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My Radio
Suddenly, my radio has stopped! Wow! What a weird sensation. My day has no noise, There is no more fun, No more new wave, jazz, blues, nostalgia, no more light or heavy rock, samba, reggae or beat. No tango, no bolero and without the "two steps here, two steps there," I'm left with one ordinary routine like those we pray for finishing because there is no pagode, waltz, swing. My radio is quiet and I'm totally bored. There is nothing interesting as if the lovers' heat has frozen. Time is passing slowly . . . What is going on? Recently it was fixed! And its battery is new . . . From here on, no more sound mind, no more laughs it's a cold shower that my radio is silent for some unknown reason. I try everything: move it and swing it and hit it. I open it, mess around with it so much that it's bent. It plays no melody . . . it's closed up, mute, absorbed like an empty church with the silence of those who give up, I think, my radio is dead. Patricia Evans
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